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So I stumbled on the documentary, GG Allin: Hated last night, only expecting to give it a cursory 2-minute watch before tackling a growing pile of uni work, but it ended up keeping me distracted for its whole 50 minutes.

There's bum insertions, wee drinking (I'm sure these aren't the official BBFC classifications) and many innocent members of the public viciously beaten, so it's not for the faint-hearted, but utterly fascinating. I even quite liked the music, the odd barked syllable that passes for his singing lends it a lunatic asylum quality in keeping with the poo and blood smeared gigs. Props to the few guys that lasted 'til the police came at the gig at the end of the film.

I guess he was pretty cool. "Hated" is hard to tear your eyes away from... haven't seen it for a few years, but what's that scene where some woman academic tries to take him on and he just grabs her by the hair & punches her, before the rest of the audience gets involved in a melee of fists? Memorable stuff.

Overall, though, I really can't see what GG ever had to offer the world apart from voyeuristic human-trainwreck thrills... all that bullshit about the Murder Junkies being punk pioneers etc is bollocks, they were fucking dreadful.

He was a total fuckup, an horrible person...an asshole. To listen to GG Allin is like standing looking at a car crash, or watching one of those trashy Faces Of Death documentaries...

But there's a particular song he did, that is so truthful, sad and real, that it shows you a glimpse of where he comes from, how sad his pathetic, fuckup life must've been...and I really LOVE the song, better than any Daniel Johnston:

I'm a Greyhound Bus ridin' man
I'm just a loner in this land
I'm the kinda guy you don't get close to
I'm the guy momma warned you about

Liquor slicked highway everyday

I'm no good I never will be
The law is always after me
Have no friends I never did
Did it all by myself yes I did

Liquor slicked highway everyday

Passin' out on the back of a bus
On the way to the next show
Don't talk to me I got nothing left to say
Just don't fuck with me and stay out of my way

Liquor slicked highway everyday

I'm the guy who won't give
Can't get close to anyone or anything
Except the bars and all the drug whores
Give me you for a night and I'll even pay for yours

if he'd combined the outrageous behaviour with a Sinatra-esque big band act. There's little incongruity in combining violence & onstage defacation with a punk rock racket, but a bloke eating his own shit while crooning "Fly Me to the Moon" would be well worth seeing.